Skating Shoes

You always make me come first,
Spinning around and around like a spinning top.
The boat is moving upwards,
Evening approaches and the boat starts to sink.
Rolling on ice like scattered pie,
You are the ultimate object,
But you can not catch me.
It feels like lemon rolling on the grass,
Your base is patterned, spotty and stripy.
Your mirrors are my life,
That carry me and protect me.
Your roar is my adoration!